Sunday Morning:
Kamou's flight was to take off at 5:05 p.m. in the evening so she had to reach the airport by 3:30 p.m. Her health was a lot better as she was diligently taking her medicines. She woke up early, had her breakfast and got busy with her remaining last-minute packing.
Kamou was neatly organizing her clothes in the suitcase when the doorbell rang. Furrowing her brows, she got up confused. She went up to the apartment door, opening it she found Juho standing outside.
"Weren't you supposed to come later? The flight is at 5." She asked confused.
"I wanted to spend some extra time with you before you go." he replied making his way in.
"But now I wish I had come later." Juho said looking around. The whole apartment was a mess, he never thought she could get this unorganized.
"Sorry, I was so caught up. I would clean it up once my packing is done." she replied with embarrassment.
"You haven't completed your packing yet! You should have done it by yesterday. Why last minute?" he said stunned on how careless she was.
"Just give me an hour, I'll be done with everything. Meanwhile, make yourself comfortable." she said rushing in her room.
Juho sat on the couch while Kamou was busy in her room, getting uneasy with all the mess around. He resisted for some time and then walked over to the kitchen. The dishes were still in the sink, the countertop was also dirty. Seeing all this he could no longer resist and he got down to clean things up. He put on some gloves and apron; started cleaning the kitchen counter after which he did the dishes.
'I never thought she could be so unorganized and messy. This is the first time I have seen her always neat apartment in utter chaos.' He scoffed.
The kitchen was again neat and clean in no time; in the meanwhile, Kamou was almost done with her packing. She was now cleaning up her room when Juho walked in.
"What do you want for lunch?" he asked
She looked up at him confused, 'Was its lunchtime already.' She looked at the watch, it was 12 in the noon.
"Since you are leaving, let's have an early lunch. Tell me what you feel like eating, I'll cook." He cleared things up a bit.
"Umm. You sure you want to cook? I mean don't bother yourself, we could get food delivery."
"I feel like cooking for you today. You won't be getting homemade meals for long now so eat before you go." Juho knew she preferred eating at home cooked meals.
"Cool then. I don't feel like eating anything specific today so you can go ahead and cook what you like." With this she got back to work.
Juho stood in front of the refrigerator looking at the ingredients, after thinking for some time he decided to cook kimchi stew, grilled fish and some rice. He quickly put the rice in the rice cooker and seasoned the fish with salt and pepper.
It was an open kitchen which faced the living area. Done with cleaning her room, Kamou came out to tidy the living area. She looked over to the kichen where Juho was engrossed into cooking. It was her first time seeing him cook, he looked so hot in that apron. His face looked so innocent; piercing eyes yet his built could make women go crazy. He was so fucking perfect.
'He does look more attractive when he is focused in something' she thought. She stood there looking at him, his shirt sleeves fold up, veins popping out. She noticed his arms today so properly, he sure worked out. His shoulders broad with toned chest, clad in that black shirt of his. Suddenly she had flash backs from their first night together. Their naked bodies entangled with each other, making love. Sensing her thoughts going down the wrong alley, she shook her head, pressing her deep desires and got to work.
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Once everything was done, they both sat down to have their lunch. The food looked good and after working so hard they deserved such a fulfilling meal. Kamou took a few bites and the food was perfect, it was not too spicy, the fish was well cooked. The side dishes included pickled radish and fried eggs.
"You know, the food tastes so good that I would marry you just to eat such delicious food every day." She said gobbling down.
"I wish you would." Juho said to himself, more like whisper, inaudible to her. Looking at her busy eating, unaware of what he just said, he smiled. He really put his heart into cooking today and he was glad she liked it.